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      <h3>ACT III</h3>

      <h3>SCENE 1. Before PROSPERO'S Cell.</h3>

      <blockquote>
        <i>Enter FERDINAND, bearing a log</i>
      </blockquote><b>FERDINAND</b>

      <blockquote>
        There be some sports are painful, and their labour<br />
        Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness<br />
        Are nobly undergone and most poor matters<br />
        Point to rich ends. This my mean task<br />
        Would be as heavy to me as odious, but<br />
        The mistress which I serve quickens what's dead<br />
        And makes my labours pleasures: O, she is<br />
        Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed,<br />
        And he's composed of harshness. I must remove<br />
        Some thousands of these logs and pile them up,<br />
        Upon a sore injunction: my sweet mistress<br />
        Weeps when she sees me work, and says, such baseness<br />
        Had never like executor. I forget:<br />
        But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours,<br />
        Most busy lest, when I do it.<br />

        <p><i>Enter MIRANDA; and PROSPERO at a distance, unseen</i></p>
      </blockquote><b>MIRANDA</b>

      <blockquote>
        <br />
        Alas, now, pray you,<br />
        Work not so hard: I would the lightning had<br />
        Burnt up those logs that you are enjoin'd to pile!<br />
        Pray, set it down and rest you: when this burns,<br />
        'Twill weep for having wearied you. My father<br />
        Is hard at study; pray now, rest yourself;<br />
        He's safe for these three hours.<br />
      </blockquote><b>FERDINAND</b>

      <blockquote>
        <br />
        O most dear mistress,<br />
        The sun will set before I shall discharge<br />
        What I must strive to do.<br />
      </blockquote><b>MIRANDA</b>

      <blockquote>
        <br />
        If you'll sit down,<br />
        I'll bear your logs the while: pray, give me that;<br />
        I'll carry it to the pile.<br />
      </blockquote><b>FERDINAND</b>

      <blockquote>
        <br />
        No, precious creature;<br />
        I had rather crack my sinews, break my back,<br />
        Than you should such dishonour undergo,<br />
        While I sit lazy by.<br />
      </blockquote><b>MIRANDA</b>

      <blockquote>
        <br />
        It would become me<br />
        As well as it does you: and I should do it<br />
        With much more ease; for my good will is to it,<br />
        And yours it is against.<br />
      </blockquote><b>PROSPERO</b>

      <blockquote>
        <br />
        Poor worm, thou art infected!<br />
        This visitation shows it.<br />
      </blockquote><b>MIRANDA</b>

      <blockquote>
        <br />
        You look wearily.<br />
      </blockquote><b>FERDINAND</b>

      <blockquote>
        <br />
        No, noble mistress;'tis fresh morning with me<br />
        When you are by at night. I do beseech you--<br />
        Chiefly that I might set it in my prayers--<br />
        What is your name?<br />
      </blockquote><b>MIRANDA</b>

      <blockquote>
        <br />
        Miranda.--O my father,<br />
        I have broke your hest to say so!<br />
      </blockquote><b>FERDINAND</b>

      <blockquote>
        <br />
        Admired Miranda!<br />
        Indeed the top of admiration! worth<br />
        What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady<br />
        I have eyed with best regard and many a time<br />
        The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage<br />
        Brought my too diligent ear: for several virtues<br />
        Have I liked several women; never any<br />
        With so fun soul, but some defect in her<br />
        Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed<br />
        And put it to the foil: but you, O you,<br />
        So perfect and so peerless, are created<br />
        Of every creature's best!<br />
      </blockquote><b>MIRANDA</b>

      <blockquote>
        <br />
        I do not know<br />
        One of my sex; no woman's face remember,<br />
        Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I seen<br />
        More that I may call men than you, good friend,<br />
        And my dear father: how features are abroad,<br />
        I am skilless of; but, by my modesty,<br />
        The jewel in my dower, I would not wish<br />
        Any companion in the world but you,<br />
        Nor can imagination form a shape,<br />
        Besides yourself, to like of. But I prattle<br />
        Something too wildly and my father's precepts<br />
        I therein do forget.<br />
      </blockquote><b>FERDINAND</b>

      <blockquote>
        <br />
        I am in my condition<br />
        A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king;<br />
        I would, not so!--and would no more endure<br />
        This wooden slavery than to suffer<br />
        The flesh-fly blow my mouth. Hear my soul speak:<br />
        The very instant that I saw you, did<br />
        My heart fly to your service; there resides,<br />
        To make me slave to it; and for your sake<br />
        Am I this patient log--man.<br />
      </blockquote><b>MIRANDA</b>

      <blockquote>
        <br />
        Do you love me?<br />
      </blockquote><b>FERDINAND</b>

      <blockquote>
        <br />
        O heaven, O earth, bear witness to this sound<br />
        And crown what I profess with kind event<br />
        If I speak true! if hollowly, invert<br />
        What best is boded me to mischief! I<br />
        Beyond all limit of what else i' the world<br />
        Do love, prize, honour you.<br />
      </blockquote><b>MIRANDA</b>

      <blockquote>
        <br />
        I am a fool<br />
        To weep at what I am glad of.<br />
      </blockquote><b>PROSPERO</b>

      <blockquote>
        <br />
        Fair encounter<br />
        Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace<br />
        On that which breeds between 'em!<br />
      </blockquote><b>FERDINAND</b>

      <blockquote>
        <br />
        Wherefore weep you?<br />
      </blockquote><b>MIRANDA</b>

      <blockquote>
        <br />
        At mine unworthiness that dare not offer<br />
        What I desire to give, and much less take<br />
        What I shall die to want. But this is trifling;<br />
        And all the more it seeks to hide itself,<br />
        The bigger bulk it shows. Hence, bashful cunning!<br />
        And prompt me, plain and holy innocence!<br />
        I am your wife, it you will marry me;<br />
        If not, I'll die your maid: to be your fellow<br />
        You may deny me; but I'll be your servant,<br />
        Whether you will or no.<br />
      </blockquote><b>FERDINAND</b>

      <blockquote>
        <br />
        My mistress, dearest;<br />
        And I thus humble ever.<br />
      </blockquote><b>MIRANDA</b>

      <blockquote>
        <br />
        My husband, then?<br />
      </blockquote><b>FERDINAND</b>

      <blockquote>
        <br />
        Ay, with a heart as willing<br />
        As bondage e'er of freedom: here's my hand.<br />
      </blockquote><b>MIRANDA</b>

      <blockquote>
        <br />
        And mine, with my heart in't; and now farewell<br />
        Till half an hour hence.<br />
      </blockquote><b>FERDINAND</b>

      <blockquote>
        <br />
        A thousand thousand!<br />

        <p><i>Exeunt FERDINAND and MIRANDA severally</i></p>
      </blockquote><b>PROSPERO</b>

      <blockquote>
        <br />
        So glad of this as they I cannot be,<br />
        Who are surprised withal; but my rejoicing<br />
        At nothing can be more. I'll to my book,<br />
        For yet ere supper-time must I perform<br />
        Much business appertaining.<br />

        <p><i>Exit</i></p>
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